बुद्धिर्नाहं विकारित्वात्तमो नाहं जडत्वतः ।देहेन्द्रियादिकं नाहं विनाशित्वाद्घटादिवत् ॥ ३७ ॥
In plain words
I am not the intellect — it keeps changing. I am not tamas, that dull darkness — it has no awareness of its own. I am not the body, the senses, any of that — they break, the way a clay pot breaks.
Close to the Sanskrit
I am not the intellect, because of its being subject to modification; I am not tamas, because of its insentience; I am not the body, the senses, and the rest, because of their perishability, like a pot and such things.